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My father died when I was 17. Seventeen: Old enough to think I was ready to handle life. Young enough not to know any better.
Almost 15 years after my dad died, at the height of the 2008 U.S. economic recession, I got blindsided – fired from the best, safest and highest-paying job I’d ever had. Yet, four days later, I had two new job offers, including one that ended up being $15,000 higher in base salary than the position I’d just been fired from.
And it all had to do with something I’d…